Ye Tinglan shot her a cold glance upon hearing this, his brow furrowed.
"According to you, what should this prince do?"
Feng Yinwan: "..."
Casually dismissing it with "Nothing," she immediately gathered her medicinal robes and stood up.
The man's grip had been immense; last night's struggle had even torn off several of her buttons. She hastily tied her collar together, though it did little to conceal the red marks on her neck.
Ye Tinglan glanced at her and also rose.
"Last night, this prince didn't get a chance to ask you. What is your relationship with those black-clothed men, and why did they knock you out and take you away?"
If not in collusion, there must be something on this Jiang Wan that interested them.
Recalling the red light that had erupted from her at the broken temple that night, Ye Tinglan's gaze fell silently. He saw her wrist hidden within the wide sleeves, making it impossible to discern its condition.
Feng Yinwan raised an eyebrow, truly regretting not slapping him a couple more times last night.
"The same question, I was just about to ask Your Highness."
"That night in Jiangzhou, Your Highness was supposed to be in Dingzhou, yet you unexpectedly appeared on the roof of the broken temple. Were you not also investigating this matter?"
"And last night, Your Highness was supposed to be within the Yu Prefecture military camp, so how did you end up in such a desolate wilderness, and coincidentally encounter those black-clothed men passing by with me?"
She knew it, Ye Tinglan's purpose for his southern tour was far from simple.
Although she didn't know why he was fixated on the black-clothed men, his involvement undoubtedly made things more complicated.
That handsome face showed a flicker of cold anger at her words. Ye Tinglan gave her a neither heavy nor light glance but remained silent.
With the high fever unabated and the wound festering, he was naturally not supposed to use his internal energy. His plan to travel by Qinggong had failed. Taking advantage of the fact that it was already daytime, Feng Yinwan simply decided to part ways.
"Last night, I am grateful for Your Highness's assistance. In return, I have also detoxified you. Since we are even, we shall part ways here."
She said this and strode forward. However, after only two steps, Ye Tinglan's voice came coldly from behind.
"This is the desolate frontier north of Yu Prefecture. It is nearly a hundred li to Yu Prefecture City from here. Do you intend to walk it on two legs?"
This question, Feng Yinwan truly hadn't expected.
"Is it that far?"
No wonder the black-clothed man who carried her complained about the weight. From here to Yunzhou would probably be another hundred or so li.
Looking at it that way, it was indeed quite heavy.
This also made her profoundly realize a problem again – it's really good to know Qinggong!
She hadn't asked at Wuxi Pavilion, but Feng Wuxi had said that practicing such a skill required enduring falls. She was currently pregnant, which meant she couldn't afford even the slightest fall, let alone be unable to withstand it!
Feng Yinwan grudgingly made a sacrifice and gave up.
"Then, according to Your Highness's esteemed opinion?"
The surroundings were all barren mountains, with no sign of water. It would be difficult for them to last another day.
Rather than wait for death, it was better to take action now. At least they could escape the wolf pack before nightfall.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Ye Tinglan slightly lifted his eyelids and gave her a shallow glance. His thin lips curved, but he only uttered one word.
"Wait."
Fortunately, his "wait" wasn't just passive waiting. Otherwise, Feng Yinwan would have disregarded reason and ended him with a bottle of poison.
The high fever had temporarily subsided. Ye Tinglan adjusted his breathing and stood up again. Along the way, the two of them walked in silence, each with their own thoughts, neither speaking further.
A faint rustling sound broke the tranquility. Feng Yinwan was still walking ahead when her clothes were suddenly seized.
"What is it?"
Turning her head, she met his cold gaze. Feng Yinwan's expression faltered, her unfinished words catching in her throat.
Ye Tinglan glanced at her, then turned his gaze towards the dense forest not far away.
"There's something."